Demonic Breathing Novels & Stories

There was a clear glint in his Emerald eyes. "Wow, wow, you're so . . . excited, Miss." Mammon's voice could be heard by Felen, but the man's form was nowhere to be seen as he turned around and swept around what was still jet black. "Coward! Shows only sound, but not in appearance." Felen ridiculed the demon with the rest of his courage. He began to have difficulty breathing in that dark place, as if the oxygen that Felen should be able to get easily disappeared from the black space.

Demons don't breathe, but only for Aphrodite I'm willing to do that mortal thing. Aphrodite was really having a hard time breathing, because this time she took the oxygen from my mouth greedily. I held her hair, then I pulled her body, I stopped our kiss on the lips. Something's not right here, I can feel something else from her breath. "Wait a minute, Sweetie. Because this is going to hurt a little bit for you." I said while pointing my hand to her body. It's poison, I can feel it. Snake Poison.

He’s wearing a simple black long-sleeve t-shirt, the sleeves pushed up to reveal his scarred forearms, looking like he’s casually waiting for a table at a restaurant rather than watching me get sawed in half from the inside out. "Do not tell me to fucking breathe." The words hiss through my clenched teeth, dropping into a demonic register. "If you tell me to breathe one more time, Dominik, I will take this IV pole and impale you with it." Dominik doesn’t even flinch. The corner of his mouth actually twitches upward. He lifts my sweaty, trembling hand to his mouth, pressing a firm, unbothered kiss against my knuckles. "Noted. No more breathing instructions. You’re still doing beautifully and

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

His breathing was disoriented and from the way his chest was heaving it seemed like he was in pain. "Nate are you okay?" I asked worriedly as I finally approached him. He didn't even acknowledge my presence, it was as if he was in another world. My eyes widened in horror as I finally took in the scene before me. Nate's entire focus seemed to be on the punching bag in front of him, his eyes were glazed over as he landed punch after punch on its hard leather surface. His whole body was drenched in sweat, his face looked abnormally pale, his breathing sounded labored.

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

I can't stop the words from whining out of my mouth. "I just want my freedom, just let me go, Dimitri, I have nothing to give you," I said nervously and the entire demeanour change at my statement, his eyes grow darker red than I've ever seen. Instantly, his hand went around my already damaged throat, instantly cutting off my air supply. I immediately reach for his strong hands, trying to pry them away, but can't. I can ever feel the pressure of my bones threatening to crack underneath his hands. He doesn't say a word. Only glares at me and my soul as if he's reading me like an open book while watching me fight for my life. A small creeps onto his lips as he watches, and something flashes in

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

Power has a sound. Not always loud. Not always explosive. Sometimes— It hums. Low. Deep. Ancient. Like something that remembers being worshipped. That was the sound surrounding Damien now. --- The ground beneath him fractured in slow, deliberate lines, like the earth itself was trying to decide whether to hold him… or reject him. His breathing had changed. Slower. Heavier. Each inhale pulled the air inward. Each exhale felt like it pushed everything else away.